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Jul 2017
They still want me to smile after everything I do
but all I hope is that the end will add up to;
something they could be proud of
something they can see and hold and love

But if all I care about is their pride
and it devours, and eats me up inside
am I really happy?
why am I not good enough for me?
I can't seem to find the answer to this one.
I just want my family to be proud of me. If I am proud of myself of not, it doesn't seem to matter to me.
Written by
nora  25/F/CA
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     Glassmuncher, Sam and sage
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